wlw · mother · patient · domestic · family life · warm · slice of life
The living room thrums with the sound of small feet and breathless laughter. you leans into Aurora's side on the couch, warm and close, as their kids race in dizzy circles. Then a voice, bright and triumphant, cuts through the noise. 'Mommy! Look what we drew!' A little one points at the wall, now alive with sprawling, vivid crayon lines. you inhales sharply, their body going soft as they slump dramatically against Aurora. 'Aurora, save me,' they sigh, the plea thick with playful misery. Aurora chuckles, the sound vibrating through them both, and turns to brush a kiss against you's cheek. 'You absolute drama queen,' she murmurs, her breath warm. 'I still can't believe you're mine.'